25. Lucy-2
I walked over to the couch and flopped down unceremoniously. The air whooshed out of the cushions in protest. It had been a long night and it was going to be an even longer day. I closed my eyes, not to sleep, but to try and clear my mind of things I didn’t want to think about. When the door opened, I was up in a flash, eyes open and standing protectively in front of the bed. Drake held up his hands in mock surrender and walked slowly towards me. “You’re on edge. What happened?” “Why are you here? I asked you to stay with the angel followers.” “The angel returned a day ago. I was no longer needed, nor wanted.” “That’s not true,” I replied, though from Danny’s point of view it probably was. Drake shrugged his shoulders. “Believe what you will.” He glanced at the bed and pointed to the
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